moebius

Who me? Up all night? Nah. I'm going to get at least 3 hours in bed before the kids wake up. I just have to do one last thing...a picture of the moebius I'm working on.

I caught an episode of Knitty Gritty with Cat Bordi demonstrating her magical moebius cast-on. I recorded it. I watched it three times in a row. I was transfixed. I dreamed about it. I couldn't wait for my order of Hand Maiden cashmere to arrive (that's it in the picture--the color is Nova Scotia) so I got some Classic Elite Miracle (alpaca and tencel blend) at my LYS. (I'm still tickled PINK that I actually have a LYS!!!! That's a Local Yarn Shop, Shirlene.) and I whipped out a loopy, sloppy moebius. I can't stand to have anyone look at it, so I haven't taken a picture of it. Blech. Fortunately, I'm more at ease on this second one and my knitting is much tidier. This lovely Nova Scotia is for my mother for Christmas. I am loving every minute of it. I've never knit cashmere before--blends, yes, but never the straight stuff. It almost defies description. It's like stroking baby skin. Ahhhh.

Does it say something about my personality that when I'm uneasy about a knitting technique that my tension gets looser rather than tighter? Hmmm. Shake it off, Val. This is not the time for excessive introspection. Finish up and go to bed.

morph

There's PeeWee's little hand, irresistably drawn (like mine!) to this Mountain Colors merino ribbon scarf. I've decided that this blog is going to become my chronical of creative endeavors, most particularly, my knitting projects! Yes, yes! A knitting blog! Of course, there will still be all of that tiresome personal information that leaks around the sides-- but after grappling with the dilemma of posting something meaningful, yet not completely embarrassing, this seems to be the perfect solution! (I figure that being mildly embarrassing should be fine. I am, after all, mildly embarrassed most of the time. It's just who I am.)

Another reason for the morph into a knitting blog is that I have discovered that there is not one, but two (2!!!) yarn shops in my little valley! The closest yarn shop used to be an hour's drive away, but sometime during the cloistered year of PeeWee's cancer treatment, we acquired TWO shops! I've overjoyed! Since my discovery of them a few weeks ago, I have already spent my grocery money on yarn! Who needs to eat? There's Kureyon within my grasp! And a lovely cashmere for Cat Bordi's moebius, and some baby alpaca for a lace shawl, and a locally spun and dyed merino for Elizabeth Zimmerman's nifty knit-in-one-piece baby jacket, and some georgeous Mountain Colors merino ribbon for a scarf, and an assortment of lovlies for an afghan (from Knit Picks, but the purchase was inspired by the presence of the other yarn), and I think that's it for now.

The Noro Kureyon is for an afghan in the latest issue of Knitty. The pattern is called Lizard Ridge and I have joined the Leapin' Lizards Knit-Along (my first knit-along!) since I am determined to have that afghan. Oh yes, it shall be mine. It's georgeous.

I use to hate my stash. In fact, I wouldn't call it a "stash", I'd call it an unfortunate collection of cheap and ugly yarn that I couldn't bring myself to use because it was so awful. Now I LURVE my stash and I feel that in some mystical way found only in natural fibers, it loves me back.